Thursday

I LOVE HOW RANDOM THIS IS. “Here’s some stuff; it’s a collage of random abstraction about winter and sand and the sea.” It’s so random and amazing and just… there’s no rhyme or reason for it at all. Boom. Abstraction.

Tuesday

This, also, is an example of shaping the world with different ways of thought. The African American experience is such that it colors the very fiber of art in a way that can’t be duplicated.

Monday

Oh, lord, this piece… this piece hurts my soul on a number of levels. It speaks to me of futility and hope and pain and suffering and grief and so many, many things, and it is most poignant that I’m posting this on Holocaust Remembrance Day, because it symbolizes to me the most painful darkness of war, genocide, and rising above it only to do it all again and again.

Saturday

It kind of looks like a clown vomited all over a horror show carnival. I’m not sure I’m down with it. It’s like a cotton candy nightmare. How does that embody feasibility?

Friday

This fickle, fascinating thing is like an oil slick on water, or drops of paint in a layer of thick cream. It’s a different technique than I’ve seen used before or since, and I kind of feel like it was an experiment gone a bit awry – but that’s why I adore it.

Wednesday

I have such love for the little collection of University City pottery that SLAM has, and there is no finer showcase for the collective talents of the group than this. I mean, look at it: it is breathtakingly simple and elegant, but deliciously modern in a way that was groundbreaking for the early 20th century. The color palette is subdued but makes you feel content with it, and it’s just hella lovely. 10/10, would absolutely visit again and again and again.